"toks" poems - Hello Poetry

Tik tok Tic toc J'attends, j'attends et j'attends Les heures passent lentement Tik tok Tic toc Basta et assez Y'en a marre Already Hasten et vite vite Basta et allez J'en ai marre Already D'attendre, attendre et attendre Les tics tocs Et les tiks toks Que les tics toquent already

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Oct 12, 2014

Oct 12, 2014 at 5:44 AM UTC

Sana1

QC04160914

Tik tok Tic toc J'attends, j'attends et j'attends Les heures passent lentement Tik tok Tic toc Basta et assez Y'en a marre Already Hasten et vite vite Basta et allez J'en ai marre Already D'attendre, attendre et attendre Les tics tocs Et les tiks toks Que les tics toquent already

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I see these recurring themes, In my recurring dreams, I can’t seem to encolor the world my whole world is blowing gray, and them recurring themes I’m seeing seem to be scene securing recurring dreams to my recurring days. I was counting sheep, hoping in some way it would amount to sleep, I wasn’t even drowsy must of been about a thousand deep, way up on some mountain peek, somewhere where the clouds can speak, If I don’t ****** fall asleep soon, I think I’m about to leap. Now I am falling like rain, Someone is calling my name, Woke up driving a car with some fool up all in my lane. Saw some dude with a sign he said, “The end is coming soon” Last night I swore I saw another moon. Hoped out my tomb it must of been around eleven-ish, The second moon said that the red moon is devilish, The red moon said, “I can’t imagine what the hell it is to be in prison in your present tense,” But when the sentence ends its possible if not probable there will be better friends, stretchers and machine to give you medicine, When the setting said go to bed again don’t forget me kid, went to counting sheep and I woke up in a shepherd's skin. softer than a leopard skin , wonder what the sheep the shepherds been, another setting setting in, another setting setting in Now this is where the stress begins, The wool was full with strings and scabs, and all I could think of is I want to sleep so bad. I looked up at the wall and I saw the clock was melting, I fell to my hands and knees and then began collecting, its stiff *** ran my finger tip through the tik toks. They could trick my wrist like an handle filled with wrist watch, That **** locked oh **** I wish that I could pick locks, woke with a fist **** in a boxing ring. The clock went ding, My opponent was a clock. God that clock started clocking me, I don’t wanna punch my clock, This is ****** sad, Put a boxer in a box turn him into a punching bag, Put a boxer in a box turn him into a punching bag, I see this recurring themes, In my recurring dreams, I can’t seem to encolor the world my whole world is blowing gray, and the recurring themes I’m seeing seem to be scene securing recurring dreams to my recurring days.

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Oct 21, 2014

Oct 21, 2014 at 1:41 AM UTC

kingBacon

****** Up Dreams

I see these recurring themes, In my recurring dreams, I can’t seem to encolor the world my whole world is blowing gray, and them recurring themes I’m seeing seem to be scene securing recurring dreams to my recurring days. I was counting sheep, hoping in some way it would amount to sleep, I wasn’t even drowsy must of been about a thousand deep, way up on some mountain peek, somewhere where the clouds can speak, If I don’t ****** fall asleep soon, I think I’m about to leap. Now I am falling like rain, Someone is calling my name, Woke up driving a car with some fool up all in my lane. Saw some dude with a sign he said, “The end is coming soon” Last night I swore I saw another moon. Hoped out my tomb it must of been around eleven-ish, The second moon said that the red moon is devilish, The red moon said, “I can’t imagine what the hell it is to be in prison in your present tense,” But when the sentence ends its possible if not probable there will be better friends, stretchers and machine to give you medicine, When the setting said go to bed again don’t forget me kid, went to counting sheep and I woke up in a shepherd's skin. softer than a leopard skin , wonder what the sheep the shepherds been, another setting setting in, another setting setting in Now this is where the stress begins, The wool was full with strings and scabs, and all I could think of is I want to sleep so bad. I looked up at the wall and I saw the clock was melting, I fell to my hands and knees and then began collecting, its stiff *** ran my finger tip through the tik toks. They could trick my wrist like an handle filled with wrist watch, That **** locked oh **** I wish that I could pick locks, woke with a fist **** in a boxing ring. The clock went ding, My opponent was a clock. God that clock started clocking me, I don’t wanna punch my clock, This is ****** sad, Put a boxer in a box turn him into a punching bag, Put a boxer in a box turn him into a punching bag, I see this recurring themes, In my recurring dreams, I can’t seem to encolor the world my whole world is blowing gray, and the recurring themes I’m seeing seem to be scene securing recurring dreams to my recurring days.

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Want to b called special frm sum1... Want to b held by sum1 so close dat i cnt breath...out of sheer happiness.. Want to be touched by sum1 so gentle...dat my heart beat goes on with unlimited speed... Want to be teased by sum1 to whom i c n jus cannot stop myself to blush.. Want to go out with sum1...who is as sophisticated as anyone and as mad as anyone could be.. Want to be pulled closed to him.... Want to be scolded by him.. Want him to *** and meet me when m sad.. n even when m not.. Want to feel his presence with me..even if he s just on d phone with me.. Want to just wrap myself in his arms and forget the world.. Want him to come to me with all his problems and worries...dont want him to think its boring me... Want him to bore me with all his nonsense toks..so dat i can bore him with myn.. Want to sleep in his arms and wake up in his bed... Want to have his smell all over me.. Want to wear his shirt.. just to tell him that m his.. Want to tell him that no1 else has ever made me feel the way he has..n no1 else will ever will.. Want to tell him that m his..n wants to hear him say that he is mine.. Want him to want me as much as i want him... Want him need me...as much as i need him...

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Jan 26, 2013

Jan 26, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC

indelibleink

Want !

Want to b called special frm sum1... Want to b held by sum1 so close dat i cnt breath...out of sheer happiness.. Want to be touched by sum1 so gentle...dat my heart beat goes on with unlimited speed... Want to be teased by sum1 to whom i c n jus cannot stop myself to blush.. Want to go out with sum1...who is as sophisticated as anyone and as mad as anyone could be.. Want to be pulled closed to him.... Want to be scolded by him.. Want him to *** and meet me when m sad.. n even when m not.. Want to feel his presence with me..even if he s just on d phone with me.. Want to just wrap myself in his arms and forget the world.. Want him to come to me with all his problems and worries...dont want him to think its boring me... Want him to bore me with all his nonsense toks..so dat i can bore him with myn.. Want to sleep in his arms and wake up in his bed... Want to have his smell all over me.. Want to wear his shirt.. just to tell him that m his.. Want to tell him that no1 else has ever made me feel the way he has..n no1 else will ever will.. Want to tell him that m his..n wants to hear him say that he is mine.. Want him to want me as much as i want him... Want him need me...as much as i need him...

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I first saw you at the bookstore Months of texting culminating in that first moment Days filled with vulnerability and laughter Hours of silly photos and odd Tik Toks Bunny videos and cat dramas Books, games, and basketball Family, dreams, and needs. During those first months, I envisioned how it would feel to meet you If I would recognize you If it would feel as natural in person Would conversation be filtered? Would we not know what to say? Would nerves get in the way? The wait before I saw you was tense Knotted stomach and sweaty palms Aimless strolling without seeing Picking spines off shelves While my own swivels every time the door opens Surrounded by vanillin escapes and bitter coffee Seeing your pink sweater and jeans The heart calms and breath steadies Chatter and rustling dissipate Every crevice of my being thrums As I watch you approach Sparks shimmer up my arms A mirror soul stares back I first saw you in the book store Walls filled with happy endings Hopes and dreams of others' imaginations Yet those stories I held so dear told me lies. That I was worthy of a fairytale kind of love And for a moment it felt real. Our first hug felt too short I didn’t want to let you go Our first kiss left me wanting more I melted in your arms Our first misunderstanding dropped me I didn’t see it coming Our last conversation left me shattered I wanted to keep going But I’ll always have when I first saw you The outside world ceased to matter The smallest touch set me aflame When everything stilled When all was novel When all was ardent When all left me animated When all left me breathless When wistful was just a word in a book

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Mar 3, 2022

Mar 3, 2022 at 7:40 PM UTC

lindsay-alayne-stevens

When I Saw You

I first saw you at the bookstore Months of texting culminating in that first moment Days filled with vulnerability and laughter Hours of silly photos and odd Tik Toks Bunny videos and cat dramas Books, games, and basketball Family, dreams, and needs. During those first months, I envisioned how it would feel to meet you If I would recognize you If it would feel as natural in person Would conversation be filtered? Would we not know what to say? Would nerves get in the way? The wait before I saw you was tense Knotted stomach and sweaty palms Aimless strolling without seeing Picking spines off shelves While my own swivels every time the door opens Surrounded by vanillin escapes and bitter coffee Seeing your pink sweater and jeans The heart calms and breath steadies Chatter and rustling dissipate Every crevice of my being thrums As I watch you approach Sparks shimmer up my arms A mirror soul stares back I first saw you in the book store Walls filled with happy endings Hopes and dreams of others' imaginations Yet those stories I held so dear told me lies. That I was worthy of a fairytale kind of love And for a moment it felt real. Our first hug felt too short I didn’t want to let you go Our first kiss left me wanting more I melted in your arms Our first misunderstanding dropped me I didn’t see it coming Our last conversation left me shattered I wanted to keep going But I’ll always have when I first saw you The outside world ceased to matter The smallest touch set me aflame When everything stilled When all was novel When all was ardent When all left me animated When all left me breathless When wistful was just a word in a book

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Bold strokes of charcoal gradually fade Blotting with rose-petal hues Step after crisp autumn-kissed step Scents ride the winds like surfers catching waves Splashing aromas of maple syrup And ground coffee bean drinks of life. With promises of heaven on my taste buds, I nod in greeting to Victorian architects’ handiwork And wink to live rainbows Acknowledging their secrets with upturned lips. Across the Atlantic, in a parallel world, I step onto the streets of ex-Pharaohs, The familiar hubbub of bee-like pedestrians And drivers side-stepping one another In a dance to honks of buses and tok-toks Falafel and shawerma mingle with Cane-pressed juice casually on the corner. With promises of heaven on my taste buds, I embrace the City of Past Kings. Cobra and maple leaf intertwine In a pattern on my forehead Branding me, on my heart, A daughter of two cities.

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Feb 17, 2016

Feb 17, 2016 at 3:12 AM UTC

iman-a

Daughter of Two Cities

Bold strokes of charcoal gradually fade Blotting with rose-petal hues Step after crisp autumn-kissed step Scents ride the winds like surfers catching waves Splashing aromas of maple syrup And ground coffee bean drinks of life. With promises of heaven on my taste buds, I nod in greeting to Victorian architects’ handiwork And wink to live rainbows Acknowledging their secrets with upturned lips. Across the Atlantic, in a parallel world, I step onto the streets of ex-Pharaohs, The familiar hubbub of bee-like pedestrians And drivers side-stepping one another In a dance to honks of buses and tok-toks Falafel and shawerma mingle with Cane-pressed juice casually on the corner. With promises of heaven on my taste buds, I embrace the City of Past Kings. Cobra and maple leaf intertwine In a pattern on my forehead Branding me, on my heart, A daughter of two cities.

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Wonder if I’ll have a baby There’s so many but maybe To look in the eyes of a new Light as it begins her adventure Some call me crazy cause We feel like Earth is our baby maybe our lady? The lesbian lover we never knew we yearned for. Bio Logical Tik Toks

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Dec 2, 2020

Dec 2, 2020 at 6:46 PM UTC

TheBoltCollective

Baby Fever

Wonder if I’ll have a baby There’s so many but maybe To look in the eyes of a new Light as it begins her adventure Some call me crazy cause We feel like Earth is our baby maybe our lady? The lesbian lover we never knew we yearned for. Bio Logical Tik Toks

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Goodnight, Sunrise I sit and ponder of time, The frequent echoing tiks and toks that rings 'though each unique. The rude awakenings in love disguised as hate. Your perfect strength to warm up the coldest days. Your love expressed in many ways. A tree with so much to give, Not just the the food we eat but the care we need. With disregard to time and how it shifts, Our eyes be blind but our hearts will see. Today's night allows for tomorrow's day. You are the Sunrise that our hearts will see, You are the Sunrise that our skin will feel, You are the Sunrise in our minds you remain, And 'though tonight seems unfair, tomorrow your light will bring care.

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Sep 2, 2019

Sep 2, 2019 at 8:28 AM UTC

Paulkgaje

Goodnight, Sunrise

Goodnight, Sunrise I sit and ponder of time, The frequent echoing tiks and toks that rings 'though each unique. The rude awakenings in love disguised as hate. Your perfect strength to warm up the coldest days. Your love expressed in many ways. A tree with so much to give, Not just the the food we eat but the care we need. With disregard to time and how it shifts, Our eyes be blind but our hearts will see. Today's night allows for tomorrow's day. You are the Sunrise that our hearts will see, You are the Sunrise that our skin will feel, You are the Sunrise in our minds you remain, And 'though tonight seems unfair, tomorrow your light will bring care.

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Goodnight, Sunrise I sit and ponder of time, The frequent echoing tiks and toks that rings 'though each unique. The rude awakenings in love disguised as hate. Your perfect strength to warm up the coldest days. Your love expressed in many ways. A tree with so much to give, Not just the the food we eat but the care we need. With disregard to time and how it shifts, Our eyes be blind but our hearts will see. Today's night allows for tomorrow's day. You are the Sunrise that our hearts will see, You are the Sunrise that our skin will feel, You are the Sunrise in our minds you remain, And 'though tonight seems unfair, tomorrow your light will bring care.

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Jul 24, 2019

Jul 24, 2019 at 5:26 PM UTC

Paulkgaje

Goodnight, Sunrise.

Goodnight, Sunrise I sit and ponder of time, The frequent echoing tiks and toks that rings 'though each unique. The rude awakenings in love disguised as hate. Your perfect strength to warm up the coldest days. Your love expressed in many ways. A tree with so much to give, Not just the the food we eat but the care we need. With disregard to time and how it shifts, Our eyes be blind but our hearts will see. Today's night allows for tomorrow's day. You are the Sunrise that our hearts will see, You are the Sunrise that our skin will feel, You are the Sunrise in our minds you remain, And 'though tonight seems unfair, tomorrow your light will bring care.

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fill the mug with coffee to fall asleep consciously close the windows to vent out my delusion put on a red sweater to render rainy days a blush stack up the clocks to overlap the tik toks compose a song without giving it a name take pictures without inserting a memory card An old-fashioned way to say “I think about you” is to say “I keep my diary everyday.”

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Apr 11, 2018

Apr 11, 2018 at 4:15 AM UTC

passtomay

diary

fill the mug with coffee to fall asleep consciously close the windows to vent out my delusion put on a red sweater to render rainy days a blush stack up the clocks to overlap the tik toks compose a song without giving it a name take pictures without inserting a memory card An old-fashioned way to say “I think about you” is to say “I keep my diary everyday.”

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you make my heart stop like the cars in the city when the red light pops, like when the batteries inside a clock is dead then the tiks&toks just wont tik and tok like how the sun stops shining when the moon starts to rise like how you told me to stop because i ain't enough

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Feb 26, 2018

Feb 26, 2018 at 2:51 AM UTC

terriplof

my heart

you make my heart stop like the cars in the city when the red light pops, like when the batteries inside a clock is dead then the tiks&toks just wont tik and tok like how the sun stops shining when the moon starts to rise like how you told me to stop because i ain't enough

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